My second grade teacher Ms. Poole (she was about 25 years old). She was wearing a very loose sweater one day and bent over to help a student in front of me with something. It was the first time I saw underboob and quite possibly where my love fest of boobs came from.

My 3rd grade teacher was Mr. Wilson, and I loved how he always took a special interest in playing hide and go seek in the basement after school with me. Can't remember much after I went into the boiler room down there now that I think about it.

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12/17/09 - Ding Dong the Witch is Dead...Which Old Witch? The Wicked Witch.

chiefhog44 wrote:My 3rd grade teacher was Mr. Wilson, and I loved how he always took a special interest in playing hide and go seek in the basement after school with me. Can't remember much after I went into the boiler room down there now that I think about it.

When I was... I think it was the 7th grade, there was a song out called "Keep On Moving" by a group called "Soul 2 Soul". Well, there's a part of it that goes "yellow is the color of sun rays".. but what I thought (and found out years later that I def. wasn't the only one) they were saying was "yellow is the color of some rain".

chiefhog44 wrote:My 3rd grade teacher was Mr. Wilson, and I loved how he always took a special interest in playing hide and go seek in the basement after school with me. Can't remember much after I went into the boiler room down there now that I think about it.

langleyparkjoe wrote:When I was... I think it was the 7th grade, there was a song out called "Keep On Moving" by a group called "Soul 2 Soul". Well, there's a part of it that goes "yellow is the color of sun rays".. but what I thought (and found out years later that I def. wasn't the only one) they were saying was "yellow is the color of some rain".

chiefhog44 wrote:My 3rd grade teacher was Mr. Wilson, and I loved how he always took a special interest in playing hide and go seek in the basement after school with me. Can't remember much after I went into the boiler room down there now that I think about it.

chiefhog44 wrote:My 3rd grade teacher was Mr. Wilson, and I loved how he always took a special interest in playing hide and go seek in the basement after school with me. Can't remember much after I went into the boiler room down there now that I think about it.

I remember wondering who made God (when I was about 6 or so) but later found out that was about as profound as anything anyone has ever asked.

Go figure.

Then there was the time a fellow 6 year old told me that the f-bomb meant "kiss." When I used it that way in front of my mom she literally washed my mouth out with Felsnaptha. That is laundry soap with lye in it.